Great production and love the purity of the vocal

That radio static sound in the beginning is gorgeous

Really nice track. Awesome use of the palm muted guitar. Great vocals and really nice mix / master

Beautiful tune, great vocals, great instrumentation!

That was beautifully performed. You did a great job.

Here come the man with the badge and the blue gun
He got the bullet
Slow ya down
He got the bullet-time
He got the red
Red light flash
Gotchu on the run
On the ground
Slow it down, got to, got to slow it down

This town mine it's for me a for-me-town
Me ground, my ground, a for-me-ground
Watch yourself, better keep your head down
Better keep your head down
Better keep your head down

My life
My world
I'll let you live for a while
My smile
My life
I'll let you live for a while

Well, I drove my car right into a house
No, that's a tree
Same difference to me
If it's made of wood we're cutting it down
Build a fucking town
Then burn it to the ground

It's an autociety
Everything's for me and me
I'm the center can't you see
It's an autociety

Here comes the chump with the bike and the backpack
Motherfucker buys his gas off the suit rack
You can tell he's a real low-class act
Burn your head down and start again from scratch

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the autociety
We belong

A wiser man once stood on my shoulders
A wiser man once slept in my bed
A wiser man, a wiser man once said

A wiser man once stood on my shoulders
A wiser man once slept in my bed
A wiser man once stood on my shoulders
And said

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the undead
We belong to the autociety
I'm dead

I'm dead
We're dead

A wiser man once stood on my shoulders
A wiser man once slept in my bed
A wiser man
A wiser man once said
I'm dead

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the undead
We belong to the autociety
I'm dead
We're dead

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the undead
We belong to the autociety
We're dead

I'm dead
We're dead

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the undead
We belong to the autociety
I'm dead

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Autociety

Bandcamp

Fentanyl aka Dance Fever is a song about a teenager who lost his best friend to a fentanyl overdose. This song takes you through a journey about the helplessness one feels over the loss of a friend. Listen to the lyrics carefully as "Dance Fever" takes you from "best friends since we were young" to "Dance Fever took you during the final song."

DANCE FEVER

"Como é doce o beijo quando vem da sua boca"

Beat Star Beat

Self-Portrait (Alternate Mix)

FINALLY!

My Goodness.... Wrote this song end summer 23, and been working (or not working, life has been busy) with the vocals. But it's here jeeeeeh. Everyone have a good time and hopefully next project won't take that long haha,

Cheers! ^^

Good Times - Masquerade

Unlimited Growth

Heitið by Laxá really captures the essence of their Icelandic post-rock. The strings of the Heima Kvartett, Mike's keyboards, Jussi's guitar work and the ever-present driving reggae feel of Bjarne's and Matthias' back line. It's a dark and cinematic piece with brooding deep bass driven by the drums.



Laxá & Heima Kvartett are:
Jussi Siglarson - Guitar
Bjarne Guðjohnsen - Bass
Matthias Helguson - Drums
Mike Taylor - Keyboards
Lisbeth Heima - Violin
Sif Árnadóttir - Violin
Natasha Guðmundsdóttir - Viola
Ída Sigurðardóttir - Cello

Heitið by Laxá [cinematic post-rock | Iceland, San Francisco, Everywhere

You Promised Me You´d Stay

Take me to Paradise is the story of a love and loss journey, marked symbolically by ‘hot’ and ‘cold’ weather; Natasha speaks of “the summer that you met me,” where she was “in a trance and daze,” before reflecting bitterly on how she was later left  “freezing in your goddamn rain.” We get a surprisingly potent sense of what it’s like to pine for the idea of paradise.

Take Me To Paradise

Natasha Jane Julian

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